The DragonSlayer Inn - Page 4

Morgeruat · 09-20-2002, 01:54 PM

Hey now *whispered Knuckles* Just because the whelp's a noisy sleeper is no reason to be comparin 'im to a dwarf, we're at least twice as loud when we snore, and we're not half as lazy, or undisciplined

Knuckles then let Dravin smell some of the fumes drifting off of his drink (hehe chuckled the dwarf to himself, much more potent than the smellin salts the clerics pack around)

Beaumanoir · 09-20-2002, 05:01 PM

*Grindall Let Out A Laugh At Knuckles Comment*

Ah'd Hate To Hear Ye Snoring Friend.

So, Whats The Plan for These Gobbos? If They're All As Ugly As Oorgh Over There We Might Struggle To Look At Em' Long Enough To Hit Em!

Morgan_Corbesant · 09-20-2002, 10:56 PM

"Bah"!! shouted Dravin. "the childish ways of ogres doesnt disapear in their half breed brethren!! I wont worry about retribution, for your stupidity will be your own downfall Bacardi!!" with that Dravin spat at the floor at Bacardi's feet, and exited the room. as he was leaving, everyone in the room heard Dravin mumbleing, "FOOL!" was all that they were able to make out.

AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe · 09-21-2002, 05:33 PM

Oorg watched the activity with mild amusement between stuffing giant portions of food into his mouth. He then took a giant swig of wine, not even bothering to pour it out of the pitcher into a cup, he simply grabbed the pitcher and turned it upside down, letting the wine flow into his open mouth and some dribbling out down his chin onto his shirt. After the pitcher was empty he let out a loud BURP, and then turned his attentions back to eating, but it seemed again that he was out of food. He was looking around for more food when he remebered the pig roasting in the main room. Oorg got out of his chair, his belly grumbling, and headed toward the common room with visions of sinking his teeth into a roasting pig dancing through his brain.

Cyril Darkcloud · 09-21-2002, 05:53 PM

ooc: Well met, everyone!
I suppose some greetings are in order, especially to those participants in the Octagon whom I have not yet met on the boards. I've been following the Octagon from the beginning and must say that I've greatly enjoyed both the battle posts and the interactions between the different characters. Hopefully my own small contributions to this thread will be up to the high standard youy all have set.

Anyway, since I seem to be in charge of the first monsters that need to be bashed -- let's start by providing a little atmosphere:

The moon is sitting low in the sky this night, silent and heavy and glowing with a blurred orange cast in place of its usual silver. The bite of an early winter rides underneath the October breezes and beneath the trees of this place thick piles of leaves rustle with the movement of the air. This rustling of dry leaves is easily heard tonight for the forest has grown strangely still and quiet itself and all is silent save for the movement of dry leaves and the sounds of the large fire whose flames dance with a delighted malice beneath the heavy orange color of the moon.

Gathered around this fire in groups of about a dozen stand a large number of warriors whose reddish faces have an almost stoic stillness about them. Their eyes, however, are neither placid nor still in their fixed gaze upon the flame. The merchant wagons have been unloaded of all that is useful, the animals have been slaughtered for food and the burning of boxes and barrels and carts has brought a day of blood and battle to its end. The fire finds its movements mirrored in the eyes of these humanoids, its consuming destructiveness drunk in greedily by the silent warriors. From each of their throats a low snarling begins to sound, an angry noise whose intensity builds as lips curl back to reveal sharp teeth. Soon nothing can be heard but this collective snarling which ruthlessly pushes all other sounds out of its way.

“Enough!” A deep voice imposes its harsh notes over the noise and a large hobgoblin strides into the center of the area. Standing before the hot and angry movement of the fire he stretches out his arm, “See how strong we have grown!” The eyes of the warriors are upon his own and he continues, “Bloody-handed Skurge has gifted us with the death-screams of enemies and the spilling of blood and the taking of spoil.” Reaching over his shoulder, the humanoid snarls and draws a massive blade that throbs with an angry orange color. His movement is answered by the sound of dozens of other blades being drawn from their scabbards. “Soon,” he smiles through bared fangs, “Very soon none shall dislodge us from this wood. We shall feast off of the wealth of merchants and warriors and grow stronger still.” His eyes gleam and his face turns upward, “We shall starve this city through the winter and with the coming of spring its blood and its plunder will belong to us.” With both hands he lifts the blade over his head and the warriors answer his gesture with the lifting of their own blades. All is still then save for the dancing of orange light off of sharpened steel.

Blood and spoil! The great hobgoblin shouts beneath his blade.

BLOOD AND SPOIL! The others repeat and the cry shakes the forest.

BLOOD AND SPOIL! The silence of this place is filled with notes of harsh delight at the thought of battle as the moon hangs silently above the forest, heavy with a strangely angry orange cast.

ooc: Cerek - as always, I will be happy to make any necessary changes to this, or any other post.

Morgeruat · 09-21-2002, 10:10 PM

OOC: Good post Cyril.

IC: when Ugly left the room in search of more food Knuckles added some of his gutshaker to the half-orc's drink, a small amount was all it would take, to drop even the most powerful non-dwarf, for only their constitution could handle the rough brew, and among them only battleragers were foolhardy enough to actually drink it.

"Lets see if oog is dumb enough to drink this, or rather lets laugh at him when he proves it..." as he nudges Grindal in the side laughing.

caleb · 09-22-2002, 01:09 AM

Caleb walked through the doors of the DragonSlayer Inn and was almost knocked over by a angry Kensai.
"My adoring public your king has arrived!"
Caleb then sat at a table and put a stack of portaits on top of it.
"OK who wants a autograph? Single file line please."

[ 09-27-2002, 09:19 PM: Message edited by: caleb ]

Beaumanoir · 09-22-2002, 01:32 PM

Hehehehe!

*Grindall leant over and dipped his finger in and tasted Knuckles drink. Being half-elf, he wasn't too good with it. He Coughed surprisingly much for such a little amount*
He.. *Ahem*... Good Stuff

*Grindall looked at Knuckles face and laughed*

Morgan_Corbesant · 09-23-2002, 03:50 PM

hey cerek check you're pm's please!!

Larry_OHF · 09-23-2002, 04:52 PM

A draft of cool evening air was permitted into the commons area that briefly cleaned the smoke and stench from the muggy air that hung in the Inn. Larry stepped through the door and closed it behind him. He looked around in a bit of sick amusement and disgust...as he had heard a few good rumors of this place...but it was evident now that those words were exagerated. Still, There was a lively team of customers about, and a few good ladies, mixed in with all the dross that one would expect in an Inn on this side of town. Seeing that nobody was on call to properly seat him, Larry strode over to the cleanest table he could find that was not up against a wall. if he needed to escape some vile criminal...he didn't want to aid his foe in his capture.

The place was a little different than most Inns and taverns he'd frequented...and he decided to give this place a chance to prove it's value to a paying customer.

Larry waited to be attended to, trying to avoid eye-contact with anyone.

OOC>>>Thanks for the invitation, 250. I will give this a try.

09-20-2002, 05:01 PM	#32
Beaumanoir Iron Throne Cult Join Date: June 3, 2001 Location: There is no IRL, Only AFK. Age: 36 Posts: 4,896	Grindall Let Out A Laugh At Knuckles Comment Ah'd Hate To Hear Ye Snoring Friend. So, Whats The Plan for These Gobbos? If They're All As Ugly As Oorgh Over There We Might Struggle To Look At Em' Long Enough To Hit Em! __________________ My pokemon bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like; you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my Charizard.

09-21-2002, 05:33 PM	#34
AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe Hathor Join Date: October 11, 2001 Location: At My Computer Age: 44 Posts: 2,217	Oorg watched the activity with mild amusement between stuffing giant portions of food into his mouth. He then took a giant swig of wine, not even bothering to pour it out of the pitcher into a cup, he simply grabbed the pitcher and turned it upside down, letting the wine flow into his open mouth and some dribbling out down his chin onto his shirt. After the pitcher was empty he let out a loud BURP, and then turned his attentions back to eating, but it seemed again that he was out of food. He was looking around for more food when he remebered the pig roasting in the main room. Oorg got out of his chair, his belly grumbling, and headed toward the common room with visions of sinking his teeth into a roasting pig dancing through his brain. __________________ Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho

09-22-2002, 01:32 PM	#38
Beaumanoir Iron Throne Cult Join Date: June 3, 2001 Location: There is no IRL, Only AFK. Age: 36 Posts: 4,896	Hehehehe! Grindall leant over and dipped his finger in and tasted Knuckles drink. Being half-elf, he wasn't too good with it. He Coughed surprisingly much for such a little amount He.. Ahem... Good Stuff Grindall looked at Knuckles face and laughed __________________ My pokemon bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like; you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my Charizard.

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09-20-2002, 01:54 PM	#31
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	*Hey now* whispered Knuckles Just because the whelp's a noisy sleeper is no reason to be comparin 'im to a dwarf, we're at least twice as loud when we snore, and we're not half as lazy, or undisciplined Knuckles then let Dravin smell some of the fumes drifting off of his drink (hehe chuckled the dwarf to himself, much more potent than the smellin salts the clerics pack around)

09-20-2002, 10:56 PM	#33
Morgan_Corbesant Symbol of Cyric Join Date: August 19, 2001 Location: Portland, Oregon Age: 47 Posts: 1,224	"Bah"!! shouted Dravin. "the childish ways of ogres doesnt disapear in their half breed brethren!! I wont worry about retribution, for your stupidity will be your own downfall Bacardi!!" with that Dravin spat at the floor at Bacardi's feet, and exited the room. as he was leaving, everyone in the room heard Dravin mumbleing, "FOOL!" was all that they were able to make out.

09-21-2002, 05:53 PM	#35
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: Well met, everyone! I suppose some greetings are in order, especially to those participants in the Octagon whom I have not yet met on the boards. I've been following the Octagon from the beginning and must say that I've greatly enjoyed both the battle posts and the interactions between the different characters. Hopefully my own small contributions to this thread will be up to the high standard youy all have set. Anyway, since I seem to be in charge of the first monsters that need to be bashed -- let's start by providing a little atmosphere: The moon is sitting low in the sky this night, silent and heavy and glowing with a blurred orange cast in place of its usual silver. The bite of an early winter rides underneath the October breezes and beneath the trees of this place thick piles of leaves rustle with the movement of the air. This rustling of dry leaves is easily heard tonight for the forest has grown strangely still and quiet itself and all is silent save for the movement of dry leaves and the sounds of the large fire whose flames dance with a delighted malice beneath the heavy orange color of the moon. Gathered around this fire in groups of about a dozen stand a large number of warriors whose reddish faces have an almost stoic stillness about them. Their eyes, however, are neither placid nor still in their fixed gaze upon the flame. The merchant wagons have been unloaded of all that is useful, the animals have been slaughtered for food and the burning of boxes and barrels and carts has brought a day of blood and battle to its end. The fire finds its movements mirrored in the eyes of these humanoids, its consuming destructiveness drunk in greedily by the silent warriors. From each of their throats a low snarling begins to sound, an angry noise whose intensity builds as lips curl back to reveal sharp teeth. Soon nothing can be heard but this collective snarling which ruthlessly pushes all other sounds out of its way. “Enough!” A deep voice imposes its harsh notes over the noise and a large hobgoblin strides into the center of the area. Standing before the hot and angry movement of the fire he stretches out his arm, “See how strong we have grown!” The eyes of the warriors are upon his own and he continues, “Bloody-handed Skurge has gifted us with the death-screams of enemies and the spilling of blood and the taking of spoil.” Reaching over his shoulder, the humanoid snarls and draws a massive blade that throbs with an angry orange color. His movement is answered by the sound of dozens of other blades being drawn from their scabbards. “Soon,” he smiles through bared fangs, “Very soon none shall dislodge us from this wood. We shall feast off of the wealth of merchants and warriors and grow stronger still.” His eyes gleam and his face turns upward, “We shall starve this city through the winter and with the coming of spring its blood and its plunder will belong to us.” With both hands he lifts the blade over his head and the warriors answer his gesture with the lifting of their own blades. All is still then save for the dancing of orange light off of sharpened steel. Blood and spoil! The great hobgoblin shouts beneath his blade. BLOOD AND SPOIL! The others repeat and the cry shakes the forest. BLOOD AND SPOIL! The silence of this place is filled with notes of harsh delight at the thought of battle as the moon hangs silently above the forest, heavy with a strangely angry orange cast. ooc: Cerek - as always, I will be happy to make any necessary changes to this, or any other post.

09-21-2002, 10:10 PM	#36
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	OOC: Good post Cyril. IC: when Ugly left the room in search of more food Knuckles added some of his gutshaker to the half-orc's drink, a small amount was all it would take, to drop even the most powerful non-dwarf, for only their constitution could handle the rough brew, and among them only battleragers were foolhardy enough to actually drink it. "Lets see if oog is dumb enough to drink this, or rather lets laugh at him when he proves it..." as he nudges Grindal in the side laughing.

09-22-2002, 01:09 AM	#37
caleb Horus - Egyptian Sky God Join Date: April 10, 2001 Location: Tacoma, WA, U.S.A. Age: 41 Posts: 2,615	Caleb walked through the doors of the DragonSlayer Inn and was almost knocked over by a angry Kensai. "My adoring public your king has arrived!" Caleb then sat at a table and put a stack of portaits on top of it. "OK who wants a autograph? Single file line please." [ 09-27-2002, 09:19 PM: Message edited by: caleb ]

09-23-2002, 03:50 PM	#39
Morgan_Corbesant Symbol of Cyric Join Date: August 19, 2001 Location: Portland, Oregon Age: 47 Posts: 1,224	hey cerek check you're pm's please!!

09-23-2002, 04:52 PM	#40
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	A draft of cool evening air was permitted into the commons area that briefly cleaned the smoke and stench from the muggy air that hung in the Inn. Larry stepped through the door and closed it behind him. He looked around in a bit of sick amusement and disgust...as he had heard a few good rumors of this place...but it was evident now that those words were exagerated. Still, There was a lively team of customers about, and a few good ladies, mixed in with all the dross that one would expect in an Inn on this side of town. Seeing that nobody was on call to properly seat him, Larry strode over to the cleanest table he could find that was not up against a wall. if he needed to escape some vile criminal...he didn't want to aid his foe in his capture. The place was a little different than most Inns and taverns he'd frequented...and he decided to give this place a chance to prove it's value to a paying customer. Larry waited to be attended to, trying to avoid eye-contact with anyone. OOC>>>Thanks for the invitation, 250. I will give this a try.

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